Aionios Charis by Danny Metcalfe.
“Metcalfe weaves rich, earthy imagery with vast dreams of the cosmos. He explores the inner through the outer, provoking visions of eternity, gracefully leading the reader through the edge of the solar system into the infinite abyss and back into the depths of the ocean bed. Love is emphatical...
Thursday 21st May 2015 5:05 pm
Stars of Eros.
The stars under my feet, the white country songs of
the marble sun morn the western flight in waves and
white robes and I see the other side with eyes of long
veils. There in the eastern cave of serene shades the
musk of Eros lingers in fair springs. O fair maid! O
little heart! Ever watchful and woeful in the folly of
I shiver in the starlight. Come, lily dreaming weeping...
Friday 16th January 2015 8:28 pm
Candle burning with a blow.
Happy eating cake,
bought with money
while standing on a
Lady light high
Tuesday 25th November 2014 1:32 pm
The Marching Kingdom.
The beasts of the midnight shade deepening
in the tearless night where hearts are opened and skulled. You must be dreaming!
Lust and anger in the mist! The blue eyes of my age! Sins inflamed on my damned
soul! The bloody sabbath in clear view, pure and drunken
towards the marching kingdom.
My spirit on fire!
of poor innocence where the
is a mystery.
Sunday 16th November 2014 8:44 pm
The moon's fame, child of the sun.
My foot set forth into the birthday laughter
with the noise of spring dark and death by the fire
and the sleeping pool beckoning webbed knocking above
the rainy smoke sailing and brimming with
October sun. In the house
flocked with rosy praise and their raging arms towering over the
magic snow turning in
true joy burning brightly
the moon's fame, child of the sun, the golde...
Wednesday 12th November 2014 5:07 pm
Pséf̱ti̱s. (Short story)
I told a lie once and now I can't move. Not one bit. The lie was only a white lie...maybe I'm lying. Ah, do not worry or maybe you should worry? But why? I'm lying again. Everybody knows I blow their minds and the sweet sweet sound of my own voice is all I need. You bloody idiot! Do you really want to know...probably not. Do you want to know the truth....Forgodsake (all one word) I want to know! A...
Tuesday 4th November 2014 7:43 pm
Sunday 31st August 2014 8:48 pm
It was late at night and God was ardent,
red hot and the window was open. If nothing
else my soft blue eyes cooled me down.
First I must tell the truth 'I love you'
'I love you'
'Don't tell me such awful things!' O what a disorder. My spirit is her spirit and I cannot run from myself!
It is you I have loved all this time...Our love will quiet man...
Monday 14th October 2013 8:53 pm
I would have..
all the love in the world and my heart full of grace. And no ticking
of clocks no time just the eternal ocean washing up against my feet. The
politeness of the mind, an orgy of naked women and contemplating the music
of the wind. Yes yes yes the crazy talk of strangers wide eyed and hopeful and the
dawn listening to my every word! The starry angels around my cock...
Friday 4th October 2013 5:56 pm
I'm living in a tiny town, a town with no prophets and no two eyes the same. The girl I love is long gone, a bitch with nice white teeth. Ugly on the inside and an odd beauty on the outside. I really cannot for the life of me stand her and my mother says 'Then why do you want to be with her then?' 'I don't fucking know' I reply. She has some weird magic over me that I cannot explain. Maybe she'...
Thursday 3rd October 2013 7:39 pm
Night time colours.
On a hot night when sleep is full of sluts and the train is heading towards Paris I sit in a bathtub and bathe my hands so I can write heavy words with soft palms. Standing and yielding with my head high I was gentle in my strength listening to blues guitar. One more time in the bathtub with a beautiful lady who tells me sweet words that mean nothing so don't ask. She's bad for you my mother sa...
Saturday 28th September 2013 10:25 pm
Violet. (Short story)
'Everyone sees me as a whore' Violet said
'Escorting won't help that reputation now will it?'
'No one will know but if I can make it as a painter then I rather take that career path'
Violet was a Manic depressive and lived on her own with two kids. A boy and a girl. The boy was 5 and was just starting school. He was getting bullied at nursery but was told to ...
Sunday 12th May 2013 1:42 pm
Tuesday 18th December 2012 11:03 pm
Smoking the growing red night and is there nothing more but the blue
eyes waiting for the kings return? If only I could butter my blood. I will hunt down their fires
with my longing love and blossom far beyond
Burn like the night as the stars roll with fate. A Christmas card
through the door. Am I weak? I'm turning into a mouthful of clocks.
My heart the saint...
Monday 10th December 2012 6:55 pm
In sullen love.
I set forth in springful years in hearing the shore,
Along with sleeping birds in October
And forgotten dawns listened
With childs eyes in the wonder of winter
The sea stood marveled in joy
But turned away
As her heart moved in mine
In the stillness of the morning room sits the rain,
On the shoulders of blackbirds
Brimming with fondness
For the great wind that blows un...
Tuesday 7th August 2012 12:49 pm
Sunday 17th June 2012 4:03 pm
Monday 9th April 2012 12:31 pm
Dance of graved hunger.
Thursday 5th April 2012 5:12 pm
Monday 2nd April 2012 7:31 pm
Sunday 1st April 2012 8:51 am
My weeping heart prolapses into Heaven
Pure beings never dreamed of violence
Pervaded by the spirit of sunlight scapes
My weeping heart sighs for a choir of fertile songs
Glass plagues in suburban woodlands
crowned nourishment of the senses
Miserable woman dressed in blueberry bridges
A thousand seahorse dreams
Among the gunshot spheres of white ribbons
Saturday 31st March 2012 8:19 am
Child of the dyad moon.
I soaked up blood from the holy land to discover the knowledge of divine love. I am bored by love. Dull parasites! So conventional! Divine love flows through my veins. Like a blessing, It tortures my soul. It has shown me my true self. The riches and treasures I have discovered have caused chaos and war. I have spent my entire life asleep, locked up in the fear of myself. Pale woman has i...
Saturday 31st March 2012 4:15 am
For those who travel far.
Friday 30th March 2012 3:42 am
Thursday 29th March 2012 10:25 pm
Thursday 29th March 2012 5:26 am
I have swallowed the sea and I have drowned in myself. I take pleasure in moonlight scrapes. My ambitions are of those creatures of spiritual harmony, resting peacefully in Hell and in Heaven. I am alive! The dead loveless beasts. The soulless mediocre puppets of society! Taking pride slaying the pure flesh of animals. I belittle Human law! I possess the truth!
Childish odors and worthles...
Wednesday 28th March 2012 7:33 pm
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